THE Moorcock Inn stands on the loneliest of moorland roads, ten
miles away from Daneswick station, five hundred feet above Brockleton
church spire. From the top of the sugar-loaf hill that protects
it from the south-west you can see the steely glimmer of the North
Sea; on a foggy night when the wind blows in gently from the east
you can hear the distant boom of sirens, for the colliers from
Newcastle and the tramps from Steelborough, heavy laden with rails,
hug the coast charily until they can make a straight line for Flamborough
Light.
One long, low building is the Moorcock Inn, two-thirds built of
gritstone, the rest of brick, with a window jutting out on the
southern side on to the moor. It carries a coat of whitewash, and
white it stands in springtime against the heather, white and ghostly
in the summer nights, when it rises up of a sudden through the
mist.
Three sycamores and a larch-tree, gnarled and bent like the old
seafaring men who pass that way, overhang the back of the house,
witnesses, if need were, to the strength of the winter gales.
To the July motorists, the inn seems no better than a dreary house
of call in fit keeping with the surrounding wastes. But they are
no true judges who pass the door at thirty miles an hour, for the
glory of the `Moorcock' is its kitchen. In autumn, winter, or spring,
little else matters to the tired foot-traveller sitting on the
settle with his beer beside him. Stone- flagged, oak-beamed, with
sides of bacon getting ripeness and flavour in the sweet peat smoke,
the room would be little different from a score of others in the
parish, if it were not for the huge fireplace, as old as the road
itself. On the stone mantel is carved a doggerel couplet:
While on this hearthe of stone a fire you see,
Kinde Fortune smiles
upone ye house of Aislabie.

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where is p align="justify" THE Moorcock Inn stands on what is loneliest of moorland roads, ten
miles away from Daneswick station, five hundred feet above Brockleton
church spire. From what is top of what is sugar-loaf hill that protects
it from what is south-west you can see what is steely glimmer of what is North
Sea; on a foggy night when what is wind blows in gently from what is east
you can hear what is distant boom of sirens, for what is colliers from
Newcastle and what is tramps from Steelborough, heavy laden with rails,
hug what is coast charily until they can make a straight line for Flamborough
Light.
One long, low building is what is Moorcock Inn, two-thirds built of
gritstone, what is rest of brick, with a window jutting out on the
southern side on to what is moor. It carries a coat of whitewash, and
white it stands in springtime against what is heather, white and ghostly
in what is summer nights, when it rises up of a sudden through the
mist.
Three sycamores and a larch-tree, gnarled and bent like what is old
seafaring men who pass that way, overhang what is back of what is house,
witnesses, if need were, to what is strength of what is winter gales.
To what is July motorists, what is inn seems no better than a dreary house
of call in fit keeping with what is surrounding wastes. But they are
no true judges who pass what is door at thirty miles an hour, for the
glory of what is `Moorcock' is its kitchen. In autumn, winter, or spring,
little else matters to what is tired foot-traveller sitting on the
settle with his beer beside him. Stone- flagged, oak-beamed, with
sides of bacon getting ripeness and flavour in what is sweet peat smoke,
what is room would be little different from a score of others in the
parish, if it were not for what is huge fireplace, as old as what is road
itself. On what is stone mantel is carved a doggerel couplet:
While on this hearthe of stone a fire you see,
Kinde Fortune smiles
upone ye house of Aislabie.
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